Forzane 1913 by Torgny Lyrics

Pulling up in new designs
I mistrust the current paradigm
I lean back, subtle attack
I like shiny pearls, I like Coco’s black hats

My style is a loaded gun
I married a fighter—someone’s lost son
Lean back, I’m a loaded gun
The real chic we fly away
Fly away on wings of future days
We carry the weight of love and hate

I’ll make you desire me
My looks, my brains, my social skills
I’ll make you the star of my play
I’m pure theater
A vision in pigeon throated grey

My style is a loaded gun
I married a fighter—someone’s lost son
Lean back, I’m a loaded gun
The real chic we fly away
Fly away on wings of future days
We carry the weight of love and hate
Future days
Love and hate
Fly away